I’m normally a crazy social guy
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can’t go out the gates.
You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now
We do need to stay inside
If they haven’t seen us for a while
They’ll think we’ve upped and died.
They’ll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn’t any Facebook then
So not everything was told.
We may seem sweet old boring gents
Who would never ever be uncouth
But we grew up in the 50’s mate –
If they could only know the truth!
There was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
And we spent time just chasing skirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
We were quite outrageous flirts.
We didn’t mind the change of pace
Because our lives were very full
But to bury us before we’re dead
Is a red rag to a raging bull!
So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door!
It didn’t really bother me
’Cos I’d while away the time
I’d trim the garden hedge you see
And weed the veg patch so sublime
At least I’ve got a stash of booze
For when I’m a tad too idle
There’s wine and whiskey, even gin
So I’ll never ever be suicidal!
So let’s all drink to lockdown
To recovery and good health
And hope this bloody virus thing
Doesn’t decimate our dwindling wealth.
We’ll all get through this blooming crisis
And soon be back to join our mates
Just hoping that I’m not far too wide
To fit through the very narrow gates!